Thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spacesīetwixt the air itself. The ground is breaking down right under me.Īnd the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.īut the truth has come to punish me instead. Suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine. So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine, If you knock me down I'll come back running, Lay back and let me show you another way. It seems there's no other way out of this undertow. It's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed. It screams from deep beneath the endless water. It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.īut I'm so comfortable.Too comfortable. Suggests and beckons all while swallowing. The currents mouth below me opens up around me. It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed When you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in Why don't you watch where you're stumbling? Why don't you watch where you're wandering? Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.īut my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.īy making weapons out of my imperfections. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild Īnd it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed. My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire. My will is eroded,Īnd my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly. Sometimes listed as Prison Sex (O.T.R.M.) My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon. I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.ĭo unto you now what has been done to me.Īnd only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind. It took so long to remember just what happened.īut I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma Submitted by maynard to t.d.n, feb 1995 01īut I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.Īnd I want to have faith to put away the dagger.
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